Olivia Ch. 12

When the phone rang, I was surprised to hear Kayla's voice.

"Hi, Kayla how are you doing?"

"Olivia I'm doing pretty good, how about you?"

"Not bad. Have you heard anything more about our dancing assignments? I haven't heard a thing from Yvette and it has been nearly five months since she first told us about what the organization was going to do. Several times, I've been tempted to either call her or go over to La Minette to find out what was happening."

"Well, I have found out something. Last night was one of Bill's nights with me and, instead of suggesting that we stay at home, he came up with the idea of going to the Common club. I didn't even know it was finished much less open for business."

"How was it?"

"It wasn't at all what I expected. First off, they don't have any floor shows as such. They have an emcee who encourages the women in the audience to shuck off their clothes and get up on the elevated stage and dance for the whole bunch. I was really surprised at the number of females who were willing to show off every bit of their....ahem... attractions. And, some of them weren't all that bad as dancers. The real surprise came when we first entered. I was shocked when I saw that nearly every man in the audience had his cock out and was fingering it! In some cases, couples were fucking right there in the audience. It was one hell of an orgy!"

"Holy Cow! What did you do?"

"I let Bill lead me down to a couple of seats and we sat down. I had to crawl over some guy to get to my seat and his hand shot up under my skirt and gave my butt a tweak! I looked back at him and he just winked! When Bill and I were finally in our seats, I sat there with Bill's cock in my left hand and a complete stranger's cock in my right hand. Girl, it was really great -- at least up to the point where the two of them shot their gunk all over my hands. I got up and fought my way to the rest room so as to get that stuff off of me before it dried. I don't know how many times my butt and my pussy were fondled on that trip. The whole damn thing is one huge public sex groping! As I was returning to my seat, I ran into Yvette. I must admit that she looked a little the worse for wear. She volunteered that she had been there since the early evening and she, like all of the other females, had undergone a constant grappling and rubbing.

I took the opportunity to ask what we were expected to do and when. She said that we were to be the leading dancers. She told me that they expect that one of us will jump up on the stage whenever things get too slow and act as a draw for the other women. Bill said when I told him about this, that we were to be the shills to encourage other females to bare it all - so much for our dancing careers."

"Well, did you?"

"Get up on that stage, you mean? Not on your life! Besides, there seemed to be a steady stream of eager beavers who wanted to show off their butts and their pussies so there wasn't any call for my services. To be honest, it was something of a let down. I felt like the Judas goat we sometimes used back on the ranch. It would lead all of the others in the flock to the shearing barn and then it would be sent back out to pasture. If that don't describe what we are expected to do -- well my name ain't Kayla Magillicuddy.

"Did you get any info on how the Exclusive club goes?"

"Bill seemed to know what goes on in there and he said, except for some long gowns and tuxedos, it was just more of the same. And, the average age of the females in the Exclusive club was a goodly number of years more than those in the Common club. Of course, he has only been inside that club as an onlooker."

"What's Yvette going to do with us?"

"I don't really know, but I think that we are to just be held in reserve in case the enthusiasm of the customers -- the females, that is -- drops off. Then, you can bet your bottom dollar, that we will get a call right away. If you can scrounge up a date -- male, that is -- it wouldn't be a bad idea to give it the once over. My advice would be that you go prepared for a lot of cock!"

She was roaring with laughter when she hung up her phone.

"Well, what has Kayla got to tell us?"

So the next hour or so was spent by me relaying Kayla's messages about her exploits in the Common club and Bill's description of the Exclusive club. Mom's only reaction was to ask,

"Do you think Bill could chaperone the two of us?"

It wasn't very long after Kayla's phone call that I got my summons. Yvette's message was short and sweet.

"Olivia, we want you to attend the Exclusive club tonight. Your escort will be another member by the name of Gilbert. He should arrive at your place about ten or eleven."

As was her usual procedure, she didn't give me any opportunity to answer. I didn't get any chance to point out to her that tonight was Friday night and the scheduled time for the remaining Horny Harlots to meet for dinner at La Minette. It was just assumed that I would agree with whatever terms she announced and so I did. I had been ready for about half an hour when the bell to our apartment rang.

"Olivia? I am Gilbert and I have a car. How long will it be before you are ready?"

"I am ready now, but I still need a few minutes to apply the final touches to my makeup."

I had no idea what kind of man Gilbert would be so, when a very handsome gentleman stepped forward and took my hand, I was pleasantly surprised. The car was chauffeur-driven so, once we were settled in the back seat, it moved smoothly out into the traffic. I took this opportunity to quiz Gilbert.

"Have you ever been to the Exclusive Club before?'

"Yes. I often escort senior female members of the organization to the club."

"Am I dressed appropriately?"

"Certainly. Oh, you'll see some of the older women in evening gowns, but most will be in the short style that is so prevalent today. You will fit right in. When we arrive, you may notice the women who enter the club dropping a card into a greeting box just inside the door. While the entertainment is strictly volunteer, cards are drawn from the greeting box and whoever's name is drawn is expected to give some kind of performance. The emcee has your card in his hand at all times so, if one of the paying guests declines to entertain the crowd, he will call your name as a substitute. From that point on, it is all up to you."

"What sort of an audience will I face?"

"Oh, I think it is a rather ordinary group. They are all rich as Croesus, but like most people you may have encountered, they do like their sex. The purpose of the club is to provide them with the privacy and comfort to let down their hair. There will be young and old- both men and women. Some men bring dates and they are almost always young chicks and the women are the same and their dates are young men -- as you might surmise. In many cases, husbands and wives often separate once they enter the club. All of the people present will have roving hands -- especially the men, but a significant number of women will feel you up, too."

"What about you? Are you to stay with me throughout the evening?"

"Not at all. My job is to just get you inside the door! Oh, thanks. Your question brings up another point." He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a small leather card case. He extracted a card and handed it to me. "This is your credit card for whatever you might wish to purchase. Watch what you drink for it would be severely frowned upon if you tried to get up onto the stage and then fell off in a drunken stupor -- not to say extremely embarrassing."

"You needn't worry. I am not a big fan of alcohol so one -- or two at the most -- will be my limit."

I had been so absorbed in listening to Gilbert's briefing that I had not paid any attention to where we were. So, it came as a surprise when the car pulled into the curb and Gilbert announced that we had arrived. It was with some relief that I noticed that there was a goodly crowd slowly filing into the club entrance. And, in addition, I quickly noticed that most were wearing the same kind of brief attire as I. Some skirts were even shorter than mine so, as the wearer mounted the steps to the entrance, their complete crotch area was exposed to view. Under panties were notable for their absence. As Gilbert had said, there was a young girl standing just inside the door with a box in her hand. The top of the box had a slit cut into it and practically every female who entered pushed a card through that slit. I couldn't help but wonder if pushing their cards through that slit didn't presage something much bigger being pushed through and into another slit before the night was over. The girl obviously recognized Gilbert for he merely waved at her and we swept into the club proper. I had assumed from his earlier remarks that Gilbert would leave me almost at once, but this was not the case. Instead, he took my arm and led me to a table close to the elevated stage. Once I was seated, he was gone! A waiter magically appeared and asked if I cared for a drink. I ordered my usual and, when I offered him my credit card, he smiled in a somewhat leering manner and told me that they all knew who I was and that the card would not be required. He turned and almost before he left, another tuxedo-clad gentleman slid into the other chair. His greeting was brief and to the point. I sucked in my breath in astonished surprise as his hand shot up along the inside of my thigh and his fingers curled around my cunt lips. For the life of me, I couldn't think of a single thing to say and all he did was sit there staring at me and smiling as his fingers worked their way into my body! Fortunately, the emcee took this time to appear and begin his spiel in preparation for drawing the first entertainment card. This caught the attention of my silent, forceful lover. While he didn't withdraw his hand nor did he stop his finger actions, he did turn to the stage to watch the proceedings there. Needless to say, my card was not drawn.

Instead, it was a woman who was easily mom's age. She didn't hesitate at all. The music began and she swept into a dance the like of which I had never seen before. I made a mental note to ask mom about it later. From the ease and grace with which she began dancing and the type of movements she employed, I guessed that, at some time in the past, she had danced in burlesque. Her movements were smooth and exceptionally efficient. Two circuits about the stage and her top was off and her tits were bare. Another two circuits and her skirt was no longer covering her lower regions and her slit and the crack of her ass were both visible. From the calls and shouts of the audience, this lady was obviously known to a great many of them. My finger merchant leaned over and said,

"Ain't she a beaut? That's my wife!"

Once more, I was truck dumb. I could only turn and look him in the eyes. Then it occurred to me. In many of these cases, it was stimulating for the men to watch their women parade themselves before the eyes of other men and to realize that they were drawing looks that embodied raw desire. As the music neared its' end, the dancer came over to a point directly in front of our table and, once there, she squatted down with her legs spread widely apart and showed her husband -- and me -- her hairy cunt lips. There was a teasing smile playing around her sweaty mouth and even I, as inexperienced in lip reading as I am, could easily decipher her message. The message said, "Wait until later!" My lover's fingers shot several more inches up into my cunt when he saw this. The applause was loud and tumultuous as she bowed her way off the stage. I wasn't certain that my self-pleasing routine could equal or top this performance.

The woman acknowledged the audience's applause and then stepped down off the stage and came directly to our table. She hadn't bothered to redress herself so I was staring at a naked version of my mother. As she seated herself, she said to her husband,

"For God's sake, Henry, get your fingers out of this young woman and go and get me a drink. I am bone dry after that little bit of exercise."

How she had known that her husband was busily fingering my cunt was beyond me, but she was exactly on the mark. What was even more astonishing were her actions following this little speech. As Henry pulled his hand away from my cunt, her hand speedily took its' place! I looked at her with surprise written on my face.

"Oh, come on, honey. You wouldn't deny an old trooper a little feel -- now would you?"

I tried to ignore her hand and the fingers that were thrusting in and out of my cunt by starting a conversation with her.

"So, you were on the stage? Your dancing certainly indicated that you had, at one time, performed before other audiences."

"Sure, I was in burlesque for a number of years. That's where I got over my fear of being nude in front of a lot of people. And believe me, some of the audiences that I danced for were pretty rough. I didn't scare you off, did I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Honey, it is obvious that you are the standby dancer. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting alone and this close to the stage. Ooh! What's this that I feel? Are you planning to do the Dutch spanking dance?" Her fingers had flipped my gold filigree backwards and forwards.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know any dance by that name."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see. Each night at about this point in the festivities, the number of volunteers gets smaller and smaller so your name is probably coming up next."

Sure enough, the emcee had just called out, "OLIVIA!"

I surprised myself with the ease with which I rose and stepped up onto the stage. I had expected to be fighting this action all the way, but I didn't. I walked to the curtain that guarded the rear of the stage and, in one quick motion, stepped behind it. I was prepared and with one swift motion, I slipped a length of the Haoma stick into my ass! In this manner, I was trying to prevent the torrent of juice that normally would spew out of my cunt. I was startled by how rapidly that Haoma stick began arousing my eagerness for some kind of sexual fulfillment. Lazily, I stepped back out upon the stage and took my place in the spotlight. I paraded around the stage twice and some of the more eager audience members began shouting for me to, "Take it off!" I refused to be stampeded into action before I felt that I was ready. As the second time around brought me back to the curtain that covered the rear of the stage, I kept my back to the audience and rather suggestively unbuttoned my thin blouse. When all of the buttons were undone and with my back still facing the audience, I removed my blouse, waved it at the audience and then threw it to one side. This brought loud cheers from the audience. I spun around and gave them their first view of my tits. The combination of having pumped them up just before leaving for this show and the dainty quarter-cup bra, stuck my tits and nipples out in front of me like two canons. The crowd began whistling and cheering so I walked slowly around the stage while all the time swinging my tits from side to side. I gave them two opportunities to see my majestic tits before stopping once more in front of the curtain with my back aimed at the audience. Then, as slow as I could, I unzipped my skirt and ever so slow, I allowed it to droop from my hips and then fall completely off. The reaction when I turned around and gave the audience its' first look at my enlarged cunt lips and the flashing filigree between my legs caused the audience to collectively draw in its' breath. Then, while, 'bumping' my hips I began my masturbatory trip to the front of the stage. There, I stopped and gave the entire audience its' first full glimpse of my, 'spanking routine'. The effects of the Haoma stick and the slapping of my enlarged clit by the golden filigree soon had me fired with sexual desire. I turned to the left and spanked my clit several times before reversing my position and facing to the right. Another quarter turn and I was facing frontwards.

By this time, the audience had taken to clapping in time with my hip movements and, each time that filigree smote my clit, it felt as though I had been struck by a bolt of lightening. My inner arousal rose higher and higher and I knew that I was not far from my orgasm. My gaze became dim and I could no longer make out the faces of the audience. All I knew was that I desperately wanted that orgasm to rip into my guts. Someone in the audience must have realized what was happening for suddenly a loud clear voice screamed out,

"She's coming! Oh, my God, she's coming! She's coming!"

And, I certainly was coming. The voices of the audience rose in time with their clapping and all I could hear was, "She's coming! She's coming! She's coming!" The effect of this was to increase the volcanic qualities of my onrushing orgasm. Suddenly, abruptly, I stood absolutely still. The voices of the audience gradually stilled as I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Then, I began to tremble as the orgasm raced along each and every nerve path in my body. I slowly collapsed upon the stage floor. Instinctively, I planted my feet firmly upon the floor and, with my knees elevated and my legs apart, I began humping as that orgasm tore through me. The world, insofar as I was concerned, consisted of the ceiling of that sexual arena. Then, my sight of even that faded and I was out.

I was still a bit groggy when the emcee helped me to my feet. The audience was going wild, but I was just barely making it. Somehow, the emcee got me off that stage and into the back, dressing area. He handed me a glass of something. It burned going down, but it re-fired my spirits when it hit bottom. From somewhere, Gilbert appeared and took me by the arm.

"Come on, girl. After a performance like that, we are going home!"

Then, as Gilbert led me out through the back of the club, the Emcee came up to me and handed me a plastic-covered card.

"Olivia, this is your permanent credit card for use here in the Exclusive Club. You will be admitted at any time simply by showing this card at the door although, to be honest, after tonight I am certain that you will be promptly recognized. Drinks are, as always, 'On the house'. We have had many performances, but yours tops them all! Goodnight and we look forward to having you dance for us again."

I did discover one fact after my performance. That, 'Dutch spanking' that I had administered to myself took more out of me than a regular climax. In fact, it took much, much more. It took me most of the next day to recover from my terpsichorean experience. When I finally awoke and realized that it was late on Saturday, I wondered why mom had not come in to see me. I rolled out of bed and began looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. And that certainly surprised me. I slipped out of the door and stepped across to Mary's door. She answered my knock almost at once.

"Hi, I was hoping that I would get a chance to see you today. How did your performance go? I am assuming that you did have to dance?"

"Yeah, I danced alright so much so that it really knocked me out, but my reason for coming over was to ask you if you know anything about Jane's where abouts? She is not at home and she hasn't left me any kind of message."

"I really don't know where she might be. She came over to see me last night and asked me if I would go to La Minette with her since it was our usual night. I had to decline for the University had scheduled a faculty meeting that was to be followed with a big dinner so I couldn't make our usual La Minette visit. I could tell that she was disappointed, but all she did was to say she understood and then she turned and went back into your apartment. And, that's the last I saw of her. I might suggest that you go and talk to Yvette. She may have seen her."